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Wicked Wednesday: Necessary

By Ambrogio Alciati [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

By Ambrogio Alciati [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

What is necessary is what I need -

Space to grow into who I can be

Feeling safe no matter what happens

Freedom to say what I need to without fear of reprisal

Honesty and openness

Love without boundaries or conditions.



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TMI Tuesday: Mish-Mosh B’Gosh

1. What did you do with your very first paycheck?
Hmmm…I don’t know if I really remember. I probably put some of it in the bank, and used the rest for clothes and gas.

2. Besides paying recurring bills, What did you do with your last paycheck?
I bought groceries, and paid for movie tickets and popcorn. Kong Skull Island was awesome in the theater.

3. There is only one bricks ‘n’ mortar store allowed to remain within 200 miles of your home. What type of store would you want this to be? You can name a type of store or the specific name of a store.
If there could only be one store, much as I hate to say it, I’d pick Walmart SuperCenter. That way I’d be able to get groceries and most everything else I’d need that wasn’t online.

4. You are only allowed and able to access one website for an entire year. What website do you choose to be your one and only?
Definitely Amazon.com . Kind of like Walmart, I’d be able to get food, books, and almost everything I thought I had to have for the year, plus my streaming movies, music, and books.

5. What makes you cringe–in life, at work, in the bedroom?
In life, people that spit everywhere.
At work, another meeting added to my calendar.
In the bedroom, there’s not anything I can think of right off that makes me cringe.

6. What can you do better–in life, at work, in the bedroom?
In life, I can do better at making myself happy.
At work, I can do better at organizing my time.
In the bedroom, I can do better at not stealing (too much of) the covers.

Bonus: If you could be anywhere right now, where would it be?
On a topless beach on some remote island, basking in the sun.



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Wicked Wednesday: Dating Profile

Woman's silhouette with chair

By DeeJayTee23 (http://www.flickr.com/photos/djt23/3207556438/) [CC BY 2.0], via Wikimedia Commons

If I had to write a profile for an online dating sight,
I’d take my time and then create a profile that was right.
I’d want to have a profile that listed pros and cons,
and hope that I would not receive the crazy bad come-ons.

I’d start with all the basics: my age, my height, my weight,
and that my hair was (often) blonde and that my eyes were slate
(or blue or green or sometimes more depending on the day)
And then I’d pause and think about what else I ought to say.

I’d write about things I enjoy, like reading in the park,
and picnicking with wine and cheese and walking in the dark.
And soaking in a hot tub, and getting a massage,
And looking through the scrapbooks that I find in the garage.

I’d also write about emotions, things that make me cry,
Like watching a sad movie or eating spicy Thai.
I cry for different reasons, and I’d mention that I do
Cry long and hard when orgasming, or getting a tattoo.

I’d list the traits that I would like in a potential mate,
Like honesty and humor, passion, tenderness innate.
We’d have to be compatible both in and out of bed,
And he would have to woo me with his body and his head.

I would hope I would attract the lover of my dreams,
The man who’d be my soulmate, yes, as silly as that seems.
The one I’d spend my life with until we grew old and grey,
Our love would be forever, always, never giving way.

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TMI Tuesday: Very Interesting Questions

Eva Gonzalès [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Eva Gonzalès [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

1. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
After I roll out of bed, the first thing I do is brush my teeth.

2. What is the last thing you do before you go to sleep?
The very last thing I do is to check what channel the TV’s on before getting into bed – I change it to what I want to listen to when I fall asleep.

3. Are you a giver or taker?
While I do both, I think I’m more of a giver. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

4. If you had to give yourself a new name, what would it be?
Hmmm…I’ve never really thought about that. I guess it would be something like Skye or Tabitha.

5. A world-famous chef ask you to make dinner, what would you make?
That’s a tough one. I think it would probably be something simple, like a New York strip, medium rare, served with garlic butter. And, to go with it, mushrooms in a red wine sauce. Hmmm…now I’m hungry.

Bonus: What’s the worst advice you ever received?
The worst advice? I’ve had a lot of bad advice over the years. I guess one of the worst would be to never strive for more.

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Wicked Wednesday: Meeting

Mihaly Zichy erotic inkwash picture of woman receiving cunnilingus on a desk from a man.

Mihály Zichy [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

I hate meetings. Sometimes they’re useful, I suppose, but usually they’re dull, dry affairs. If there’s anything worse than a meeting, it’s a meeting in the early afternoon just after lunch.

Today was one of those days. I’d gone out to lunch with a friend to a Mexican restaurant nearby. I only had iced tea with a splash of lemon to drink, but I’d had a few too many chips and salsa while we were talking, and the chicken enchiladas I’d ordered were gone in no time. I was full and getting sleepy. I wished I was back in my office, where I could keep busy and stay awake, but instead here I was trapped in a meeting that wouldn’t end.

I was tapping my pencil slowly on the table. Tap. Tap. I was bored and trying not to fidget. The conversation on the other end of the table was like a metronome – slow, steady, and monotonous. My eyes drifted to the window, but all I could see was a grey sky filled with clouds.

I leaned back in my chair, pretending to be interested in the discussion going on. My eyes roamed over the people around the table, many as bored as I was, until they finally settled on Aaron. He was new to the company and delicious to look at, with his thick brown hair and rugged face. He usually wore a t-shirt to work, and his biceps bulged wonderfully through the sleeves. His jeans were tight in all the right places, and I’d often think that I wanted to get to know him better.

I closed my eyes, imagining that the meeting was over, and Aaron and I were the last to leave. I was taking my time gathering up my papers, and I felt him stop behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, and his fingers started gently kneading them. It felt good, and I leaned back, letting his strong fingers work their magic. His hands worked their way lower, cupping my breasts through my blouse, and my nipples hardened under his touch.

He spun my chair around and bent to kiss my lips, our tongues seeking. I could feel myself grow wet as his lips kissed my cheek and then my ear, his hand slipping down under my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side, and the jolt was electric as his finger began to rub my clit. His lips found mine again, and we kissed hungrily.

Aaron pulled back and knelt before me. I scooted to the edge of the chair, pulling my skirt up as he slipped off my panties. As his warm tongue touched my clit I gasped, and I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue flicked up and down my clit and his fingers slipped inside me. I ground my hips against him, my fingers pulling on his hair. His fingers moved faster, and he began to suck on my clit, causing me to gasp. I was close to cumming, and my teeth clenched as I felt myself contract.  He went faster, and my juices flowed over his fingers as I came.

My eyes were closed, and as I struggled to catch my breath Aaron kissed the insides of my thighs. I ran my fingers through his hair, wishing we could go on forever.

My pencil fell from my fingers and I started awake. I bent down and retrieved it off the floor, and then composed myself and looked around the table. No eyes were on me, and the discussion was still continuing. I couldn’t believe I’d dozed off for such a short time – it had seemed so real. I looked around the table again, and this time my eyes met Aaron’s. He smiled at me, and I felt myself grow wet again. I hoped I could invite him back to my office later to see where that smile led.

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